[Oliver's words are as good as lukewarm water; they do not assuage Asher's worries nor incite them any further.

He hates being seen as little more than a joke, although his behavior and turn of phrase do nothing to help in that regard. And yet, even in those rare moments in time when he actually feels as though he's getting something right, he is somehow overlooked, taken for granted, or denied the truth. The sound of shuffling limbs is audible as he crosses his legs, letting out a loud, disgruntled sound.]

Don't do that.

[The words are quiet, restrained.

Still, he avoids looking directly into the camera.]

I get it. I talk a lot. Most people aren't into it.

[That and the boorishness or bizarre sense of humor.]

But, blendin' in? Diggin' dirt? That's somethin' I happen to know how to do.